In Tianyang City in the 1990s, the telephone poles on the street were still stretched like spider webs, the roads were complicated, and there were many alleys. Residents' shops often poured domestic sewage onto the road, causing mud and water to flow everywhere, which was very unpleasant.
People were coming and going in the small noodle shop, and the young and energetic college students sat down and laughed and talked. The proud people were full of energy, and they inevitably glanced at a few people in the corner.
Ouyang Jun pulled the noodles in the bowl and muttered vaguely: "The current situation... I don't want to do it either. But that night, I suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge.
It was as if some kind of artistic inspiration came to my mind, and it was like the temptation of the devil pulling me to purgatory. Although it eventually led to tragedy, I reviewed it afterwards and found that this pursuit of art was not wrong."
"Okay, okay, I'm not here to discuss the philosophy of life with you. By the way, your job in the college will definitely be gone." After Zhou Qingfeng finished eating, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth - there are no tissues these days, so you have to carry a handkerchief with you.
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Ouyang Jun was stunned. The noodles on his chopsticks fell into the bowl, and the noodle soup splashed. At this moment, he realized the seriousness of the problem. All his artistic inspirations were wiped out. Losing his job was a disaster.
If this had been the case a few years ago, he might have been dragged away and shot.
Ouyang Jun's face turned pale with fear in his heart. He had no intention of eating noodles, grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's hand fiercely, and asked: "What did you just ask me to do?"
"Don't be too afraid. If I can get you out of the police station, I can help you get through the difficulties you are facing." Zhou Qingfeng looked at Ouyang Jun seriously, "Let's see if you can help me a little."
The current gangster crime is no joke. Ouyang Jun, as if grasping at straws, asked urgently: "What do you want me to do?"
"I want to make an animation that is a few minutes long. The picture must be of the highest quality. Don't care about money, I can invest several thousand yuan upfront." Zhou Qingfeng is ambitious.
When Ouyang Jun heard that he wanted to do animation, his scalp almost exploded. He is a lecturer in Western art history at the Academy of Fine Arts, and is good at oil painting. This is completely different from doing animation, and there is no way to do it.
When he heard the budget of "several thousand yuan", Ouyang Jun had another thought in his mind. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Even if he didn't understand animation, he knew that it was very expensive.
Young man, are you kidding? A few thousand dollars is a lot for an individual, but you want to make animations with this little money? Are you awake?
"Boss, with this little money, it's hard for me to do things for you!" Ouyang Jun wanted to flip his long hair proudly and show a disdainful smile like a cultured person. But he was stuck in his stomach and could not say this.
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The landlord next to him quickly pressed down on Ouyang Jun's hand and brought his thoughts back to reality with a heavy blow, "Ouyang, if you do this stupid thing of peeking at other girls taking a shower, you will definitely lose your job.
Ordinarily I shouldn't hit you again. But you haven't paid your rent for two months. There's only so much I can do to help you. If you don't pay your rent this month, I'll have to kick you out."
Ga..., Ouyang Jun's expression turned from blank to sad and angry. He glanced at the landlord blankly, then turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng, his throat throbbed for a while, and he forced a smile. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.
Under the pressure of reality...
"Boss, it's okay. There are ways to do it for a few thousand dollars. Although I only study art, animation is similar to art."
While talking, money came up. Zhou Qingfeng also sighed. He asked the noodle shop owner to pay the bill, and said to Ouyang Jun: "This is not that easy, and I also doubt your ability. Let's go to your house and sit down."
Talk in detail."
The landlord interrupted again: "Ouyang's house is too messy. Why don't you come to my house to talk? Ouyang, you should also take a bath, change your clothes, and shave your beard and hair. You have to give the boss a good image, otherwise how can you do big things?
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Ouyang Jun was confused, but he shook his head stubbornly, rejecting the landlord's "goodwill". He turned to Zhou Qingfeng and stretched out his hand, and said like a broken jar, "Lend me some money, otherwise I won't be able to work."
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Zhou Qingfeng looked constipated and asked the landlord, "How much is his monthly rent?"
The landlord smiled happily and said: "Not much, not much, my house is very cheap. It costs ten yuan a month, and only twenty yuan for two months. Water and electricity are calculated at market prices. There are discounts for renting for one year."
Zhou Qingfeng took out ten yuan and gave it to the landlord, which made both the landlord and Ouyang Jun stunned. He pointed at Ouyang Jun and said to the landlord: "Remember, he still owes you ten yuan in rent. Don't let him get away."
This is also damaging enough.
Ouyang Jun stopped eating the noodles. He eagerly went back to the school to inquire about the news. He found out that the police station had already informed the school, and the school leaders were considering his punishment - why should he consider it? He would just be expelled! He would just wait two days to inform the public.
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Ouyang Jun was frightened and frightened, and returned home exhausted. When he opened the door, there was a bad smell, and there was a simple room and a living room inside. There were several canvases in the living room, and paint was everywhere.
Several plaster statues were placed in the corner, paintbrushes waiting to be washed were scattered around, and some semi-finished drawings were pasted on the wall.
The landlord's eyes lit up when he came in. He was amazed and kept making comments. He lamented that the life of artistic young people was good, but he was always asking about nude models.
Ouyang Jun went to open the window to ventilate the room, but it was already dark outside. The balcony of the residential building opposite was lit, and as the curtains were pulled, a scream of 'ah' came, and 'Ruhua' cursed from behind the balcony, 'You damn gangster, you are shameless.
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The unlucky man was about to cry, so he pulled up a chair and sat down. He spread his hands with a sad face and said, "I just pulled a curtain at that time. Why did they arrest me and send me to the police station? Now I have lost my job and my reputation is bad. What?"
It’s all over.”
But the landlord came to make up for it, "Ouyang, you were caught by the neighbor on the roof. It has nothing to do with the curtains. But I have an idea that can help you get out of the predicament immediately."
"What's your idea?" Ouyang Jun was anxious.
The landlord sighed first, "If you can come up with five hundred yuan as a bride price to propose marriage, maybe the house opposite will marry your daughter to you.
As the saying goes, 'A fair lady, a gentleman is a good man.' You should be more sincere and pay more quickly. Then the only thing you will see is young people falling in love. It is not worth mentioning, but it is a beautiful thing."
"You want me to marry the girl across from you?" Ouyang Jun flatly refused, "I am a person with ideals and pursuits. I must not give up my future freedom for the sake of the present. I hope that my partner can achieve spiritual and physical love with me.
Fit..."
The landlord sneered and added, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I only know that you were caught peeking at the girl's house opposite to take a shower in the middle of the night. Now you still owe me ten yuan in rent."
In fact, you can also start dating, propose marriage, send bride price, and settle the anger of the girl's family. Later, you can also break up due to emotional discord.
Without the complacency now, there will definitely be no freedom in the future. In fact, the more difficult thing is how to get enough money. In your current situation, I think it is troublesome."
After saying that, Ouyang Jun and the landlord both turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng. The room was so messy that the latter had no place to stay. He could only shrug with a wry smile, "As long as you can help me make an animation, five hundred yuan is enough."